Fall Poem 2013
Evening Walk
for Kamau
Washington Square, Sunday evening,
the riptide of strollers
searching for the stray wonder
cloud-clustered round a tree-ricked sky,
the chill of fall
here life takes time
on one side a tap-dancer
sweet in the smoky dullness of his brain
blows his blues out on an empty bottle
eyes-half-open,
he woogies down to meet his partner,
they share one spaced-out smile
in the centre of the dried-out fountain
an oriental youth psyches himself up
so far from home
Kumite!
The crowd begins to jeer,
he walks over to his bundle
takes out a cross-bow
and flings a challenge in the air,
the crowd applauds
old men bump through
infants mothed in pink and blue
biting the edges of fingernails
the crowds crisscross on the centrefold,
hard night descends on Washington Square;
park gates close at midnight
so un-scissor the ball in the crotch of the pocket,
the way’s ahead
the traffic lights say: “W A L K”
© Cynthia James – 2013-09-21
I follow the scenes, the imagery, the idea one by one, then “unscisor the ball in the crotch”; what does that mean? All fall down!?
Fall poem, Sylvia. All life takes time. Your interpretation of the seasonal metaphor is as good as any. The line is intentionally ambiguous, so whatever image it brought to mind I’m glad it stirred your imagination. Thanks for the response!